Make her a workplace flasher; Wary, but they accept it

Just for fun, you pause a few seconds for dramatic effect before your say, "...From now until you get off work, any time someone calls you by name, you will lift your apron and flash your pussy at them. You will not stop doing so until someone has looked at your crotch for at least three seconds."

Miranda gives you major stink eye upon hearing what you said, "Really? You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Oh, I'm completely serious, Miranda," you reply with a shit-eating grin.

The pretty blonde grits her teeth and clenches her fists on the corners of her apron, pulling it up to her stomach to expose her hairy pussy to you. You wait a second before looking down at it. As you're getting your eye full however, you notice something rather amusing.

"Wow, your hair is way darker down there," you say, referring to the dark brown pubes surrounding her pussy, "Guess that means you aren't really a blonde then."

"So I dye my hair," Miranda says as her hands release her apron so it can fall back into place, "Big whoop. I think I look better this way."

"That remains to be seen," you say to her, "I hope you weren't planning on keeping that a secret though, because I'm sure there's going to be plenty of people that will know you're a bottle blonde by the end of your shift."

"Yeah, thanks for that," Miranda replies with venomous sarcasm, "Is that it, or are you going to make me blow you too?"

"Tempting, but I need to save some the real fun for when you're serving Miss Tanaka and I," you answer truthfully, "So until she comes back to our table, you are dismissed... Miranda," you add at the last minute, not able to help yourself from getting one more glimpse before she left.

"Goddammit," she mutters under her breath as she lifts her apron to flash you again. You take the few seconds you can to look before she drops the apron and storms off in a huff. Your eyes are focused on her round ass, exposed to the entire restaurant thanks to the apron only covering the front of her waist, to the point that you almost don't hear the older man trying to get your attention.

"Um, excuse me sir," he says somewhat nervously, "Hi. I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying to that girl. I know she's attractive and everything, but I'm here with my family and... well, having an employee walking around naked intentionally isn't really something I want to be exposing them to. Plus, I don't think she was very happy about that herself."

Huh, this was new. No one batted an eye with all the crazy shit you had Mina do in the middle of a crowded mall, but Miranda was actually starting to draw some attention. Not a whole lot, admittedly, but looking around you can spot a couple other people who were in earshot staring at her and whispering to one another as if they were gossiping teenagers. At least it answered one question. Now's as good a time as any to answer another.

"Oh no, it's fine, don't worry about it. She's half-Japanese," you explain, waiting to see his reaction.

A look of realization almost instantly washes over the patron's face, "She is? Well, that would explain why she's going along with it. Sorry, I couldn't really tell."

You're not sure if you'll ever stop being amazed at how logical of a reason that was to people now. Maybe you'll be desensitized after the fiftieth or hundredth time it happens.

"Yeah, I couldn't either at first," you admit to the gentleman, "Turns out the hair is a dye job. Say her name next time she walks by your table if you don't believe me. Miranda can't help but show her carpet off today."

"Like I said, I'm with my family, so I'll just have to take your word for it," he replied, "Still, I'll let my wife know so she'll calm down about it. The nudity might be a little distracting, but it can't really be helped, I suppose. Have a good rest of your day."

"You too," you say, before you both go to your respective tables. You manage to get there just as your regular waitress is bringing your calamari, and inform her of the 'change of staff' that will be happening once her boss came back, asking her to let Miranda know when the time comes. She agrees to do so, and leaves as you sit down, nibbling on the calamari while you think about this turn of events.

From what you can tell, bystanders also see your control over half-Asians as noteworthy. However, unlike Miranda as long as they know that the person you are commanding is at least part Asian it's regarded on the level of unusual weather: worth talking about, possibly dealing with if necessary, but not something to worry about too much or that can really be helped. You might get some more **** reactions if you pushed it like with Mina and that woman she tried to convince to help her, especially since Miranda looks Caucasian at a glance, but you're now at least confident that you can easily smooth things over rather than start a riot or something.

It's not much longer before you start hearing footsteps coming your way, and you have a pretty good idea who they belong to. Turning around in your seat, you see...